Author's Note:
First off I would like to say thank you for supporting this fic. It really does mean a lot to me. Also for waiting SO LONG! It took a lot of time to get Gaara character just right for this!
Secondly, IWishIWasACheesecake wanted to know if Kyuubi was older or younger than Naruto. To answer Kyuubi is younger than Naruto by four (4) years. Naruto is well and grown in the world at twenty-four (24) and Kyuubi kinda just stepping out at twenty (20) but he's had some experiences himself that makes even Naruto wary of his whimsical brother. This is not the average AU.
Thirdly, Kunoichi of the Moonlit Night asked for some Gaara, and I have given you a Gaara scene. Actually a whole chapter. Don't worry it'll be back to Naruto after this.
I suggest listening to the song For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert for ambience once the Strut Scene and Host Scene come up. Oops! Said too much!
Finally, enjoy the fic.
"Kankuro! Where are my smokes!" Gaara yelled in the house, storming down the stairs to the basement and busting down Kankuro's workshop door with a well place kick, one hand in his denim jacket, the other gripping the bottle necks of two five hour energy shots between his outstretched index, middle, and ring fingers.
Kankuro sighed, not really wanting to get on his little brother's bad side. But he continued working on the table he was making for a client.
"I can't keep making a new door everytime you decide to break one down...and I flushed them, your precious smokes. You should stop drinking so many of those at a time, Gaara. It's bad for you." Kankuro commented, not even looking at his younger brother, continuing on sanding down the leg of an unpolished coffee table he made. It was made of Mahogany, unsplintered, and crafted beautifully even unfinished without stain. It was carved with elegant cherry blossoms blooming on the table face. He would eventually put his special finishing product on the table face so that it'll appear glossy and etched while making the sculpted face smooth.
Gaara sneered, downing the small canisters and dropping them in the bin beside the door. "They help me stay awake."
"But look at your eyes." Kankuro emphasized.
Gaara walked over to the mirror gazing at himself.
"...What's wrong with them?" Gaara said seeing nothing wrong with the dark black rings around his eyes.
"You look like you've been pranked with the binocular trick, Gaara." Kankuro's snickered, walking over to his little side hobby, picking up a tool, and started carving on the face, wood shavings and dust covering the floor as he continued conversation with his little brother.
Gaara frowned with little amusement on his face. He gazed at the clock with their family clan symbol perched on the wall. The sun was soon to set. He had to get to work.
" I need a ride." Gaara stated.
"Shit! Ow, mph,...I told you the car's still in the shop." Kankuro sucked his thumb, blood oozing from the slice in the pad of it.
"Ask Naruto or Haku. Or take a freaking bus or taxi I don't know...ow."
"I'm not riding with Haku. He's just... So stupid. I literally lose brain cells just listening to him."
"Well then you'll be right on track with smoking those cancer sticks." Kankuro added, getting up, wood dust falling off of him as he moved past Gaara and into the adjacent bathroom. He washed his thumb, which had fibers of wood inside the cut, drenched it in alcohol and bandaged it tightly. Gaara stayed by him, always lingering in the doorway. He returned to his stool and started carving like nothing happened.
"Go call Naruto."
"I'm going to go call Naruto." Gaara stated and left as if he hadn't heard Kankuro suggest it ten seconds ago.
"That's what I said!" He called out after him.
"Nope, sorry bro, can't do it today." Naruto said over the phone.
"Why?" Gaara asked, hearing mumbles and scuffling from the other side. "What's that?"
"...fuck Kyuu! Sorry! You're gonna scratch the floor!..."
Gaara held the phone away from his ear, Naruto on speakerphone. Gaara pinched the bridge of his nose, and waited oh so patiently for Naruto to come back to the phone.
"-sorry but I can't cause I'm helping Kurama, you know Kurama right? Well he's moving in for a bit, and it's raining outside, I'm not taking my Suzuki out in that. Plus it's my day off."
Gaara heard Naruto yelling on the phone at his brother again on something stupid before he heard the phone drop with a crash and things slamming.
'Kyuubi I'm gonna kill you!' 'Sorry!...aaahh! Sorry sorry sorry!'
He heard what was supposed to be Kurama squeal , scuffling and scratching sounded before he heard Naruto pick the phone back up.
The first thing Gaara said to Naruto was, "Did you kill him?" Except Gaara was smiling with mirth and amusement.
"What? No... Just locked him in the broom closet...why don't you ask Haku to pick you up, or fuck man ever try a cab?"
"You sound like my brother."
"Well he might be right Gar, talk to you later."
Gaara heard the dial tone and hesitated before calling the number labeled 'dipshit' which was Haku's number.
"Hello?"
"...hi Haku, I need a ride. Pick me up." Gaara more so demanded than asked. It was just in his nature.
"Sure! Be there in ten minutes! Byee-"
Gaara hung up the phone before Haku could finish his exaggerated 'bye'.
Gaara rode in Haku's Steel Blue Hyundai Accord, Haku jamming to a j-pop boyband, Gaara simply staring out of the window in high disinterest.
"Sooooo, how are you? Like cause I haven't seen you in a while besides work and even then I don't get to see you like that and, like I miss you and stuff, just like I miss my cat-ooh I hope Watari is okay!-"
Gaara tried to tune out Haku as best as he could.
" Stop here." Gaara stated as they pulled up to a gas station, and Haku pulled up, Gaara jumping out, and walked into the station grabbing a beer and buying five Five Hour Energy Shots and his favorable pack of smokes. He paused for a moment before buying a pack of bubblicious bubble gum, and leaving, jumping back into the Accord.
"Here." He tossed the pack of gum to Haku, who then squealed in glee.
"Tots Thanks Gaa-kun!" Haku said before stupidly putting five pieces of gum in his mouth. Gaara opened his one beer, and lit up a cigarette, ordering Haku to drive.
Haku nodded happily, pulling onto the street.
Haku was pleasantly silent for the duration of the drive to Mystic Host Club.
Next Arrival: Dark Wanton God
Gaara's stage name popped up on the board above the viewing platform. A man named Maori Staochi sat back in his lush seat, one hand browsing the host's online database with the holographic trackpad on the glass surface, the other resting on the arm rest, fingers already twitching for the bid buzzer. He loved the redhead, so beautiful, so exotic, so unique, so lecherous, definitely one of a kind. He would be his tonight. His Dark God's slave.
The redhead slowly walked in high goth boots strapped with metal buckles, tight black leather pants slashed across the inner thighs and crotch. The waist hung dangerously low exposing a v-cut and the very hairline of soft red pubic curls. A halter top slashed at the shoulder, exposing milky white skin. Artfully placed waterproof black make-up served as fake tattoos stretching across his arms, which met bracelet cuffs and skull rings. His neck donned a rosary choker and several silver necklaces. His red hair was ruffled, and his green eyes had that dangerous, lustful look to them.
Maori's hand hit the buzzer, sending the bid count to 50,000 ¥. He felt the arousal already building up inside of him and he still had five more minutes of Showtime.
Gaara intertwined his fingers, sliding them up his pale stomach, slightly exposing washboard abs before reaching back down to grab his crotch languidly.
He hit the buzzer again, the bids now reaching 250,000¥.
Gaara took out the handcuffs, cuffing one hand, the other cuff dangling. He pulled at his own hair, shaking his head about. He moaned at the pain, pale throat exposed.
The bidder, furiously tapped his bid buzzer, making sure his bid was always at the top.
At the end of his show, Gaara simply lustily whispered, " You're inside of me, I'm inside of you. Come crawl to your Dark Wanton God." His voice reaching to his audience through the speakers.
The buzzer sounded and Gaara disappeared from view. The man, hot in the collar, and already slight erection in black slacks kept bidding until he won.
At the last unfortunate moment, rock Lee's hand slipped and his buzzer sounded at the last second before the bidding closed. His monitor showed him winning the bid for Wanton God. Oops.
Gaara locked his room door, wiped the slight sweat from his forehead and checked his phone.
Name: Gaara T. Sabaku
Bid Received: 1,125,000
Auction: Sold
Bidder: Rock Lee
Gaara cackled at the bid.
"Well I guess I'll have to show him a good time."
Gaara when to his drawer pulling out handcuffs, gags, two bullet vibrators with remote control, and a cock ring.
He looked at his small assortment of sounds, looking at them with curiosity.
Suddenly the lock clicked and a tall man in a black suit and tie walked in, key in hand. He sported bushy brows and a bowl cut with luscious eyelashes, and a long used look upon his face.
Vaguely appealing.
"You came crawling I see. Now, a question from your god, have you ever been sounded?"
"W-what?" Instantly Rock Lee sparked up a blush upon his cheeks. Gaara rolled his eyes, picking up a urethral sound sex toy.
"Have you ever used this before?"
"N-no."
"Ugh, you are such a virgin." Gaara said before tossing the sound back into the drawer, snatching the man's neck down by his tie and claimed his lips roughly. Gaara had to admit the man had a severe height advantage against him.
Lee had gently grabbed supple pale flesh on his hips tenderly. Gaara almost rolled his eyes. This guy didn't know what he had bidded on apparently. If he wanted a complete Uke, he should have bidded on
Haku. He would have to break this guy in.
"How old are you?" Gaara asked, pulling him by his tie more towards the bed. Gaara tore the man's shirt off in one clean sweep, buttons flying, in surprise the man man tripped and fell backwards on the bed.
"T-twenty-seven."
The man hadn't seen Gaara pick up the long chained handcuffs as he fell.
Gaara stepped onto the round bed, standing over Lee.
Lee blushed a little bit more and his arousal increased as he saw a deep slash in the leather pants right underneath the crotch that stretched from zipper to back pocket. Furthermore, it was at that moment Lee realized that Wanton God had no underwear on. Gaara dropped down to his knees, settling himself in his bidder's trouser covered lap, his semi-hard cock creating a slight tent in them. Gaara grinding his hips around it. He felt the growing hardness under his rotating hips.
Gaara dipped down and kissed him deeply, secretly cuffing his hands to the bedpost.
Lee groaned his eyes rolling back slightly.
Gaara grinded his hips some more, watching his bidder's reaction. He grinned sinisterly, cooing, "Is someone horny? Does it feel good? Of course it does. By the way, the safe word is... There is no safe word." Gaara got up of of Lee's hardening cock and got off the bed.
The man went to sit up but realized that his hands were cuffed to the bedpost.
"No safe word? What about me?"
Gaara chuckled, "The safe word was for you."
Gaara went over to his dresser and picked up the cock ring and bullet vibrator playing with it a bit before coming over to his bidder undoing his trouser zipper.
"I guess I'll leave some of your clothes intact." Gaara said before he saw Lee's tent of need in the grey boxer briefs.
Gaara shedded him down to nothing but his ripped dress shirt and boxer briefs, his trousers, dress socks and shoes in a rumpled pile.
Gaara dropped his red head down, mouthing the tent through the briefs, which were thankfully clean. His tongue darted out, playing with Lee's ballsack sucking them through the fabric.
Lee groaned feeling Gaara's tongue play with his balls, stroking, teasing him oh so much.
Gaara ran his hand down Lee's leg, scraping his fingernails down his flesh of his inner thigh as he removed the boxer briefs, the almost Rock hard cock at full erection.
Gaara slid the cock ring down to Lee's base of his large, thick shaft. Gaara blew his hot breath over Lee's member, washing it in a heavenly heat wave. It was firm and the skin was soft, his head prominent. The shaft was large, as veins started to peak with excitement. Every action Gaara made, caused the awaiting erection jump.
He licked the exposed shaft, from base to tip, his tongue lazily tracing bare veins, feeling the muscle harden with every lick. Gaara brought his head down upon the tip, lapping up his victim's taste. Lee was huge, and purely natural. At a whopping almost nine and a half inches, Gaara, in all of his blowjob expertise, was pretty sure he couldn't engulf this huge cock.
Gaara spat upon the intimidating cock before sucking down the dick, deepthroating, swallowing all but two inches.
He played with his balls, kneading them with much experience.
Lee felt the slight invasion of two lubed fingers, stretching him out. Pain and pleasure, two different elements he had never experienced at the same time were being introduced.
Gaara grinned through a mouth full of cock as his two prodding fingers found their goal. Lee bucked and yelped when Gaara hit the bundle of nerves that was his prostate. Lee bucked again, his huge cock gagging Gaara a bit. He started feeling something oval and small put slight pressure upon his prostate causing some pleasurable sensations.
Gaara slammed Lee's hips down with one hand, preventing him to buck anymore into Gaara's small luscious mouth. Gaara removed his fingers from his bidders ass, sucking the tip one last time before letting the cock go, the hard member falling back onto Lee's stomach with a wet slap.
Lee at this point, so inexperienced with this kind of sex, was moaning and already irritated from Gaara's lack of touching him.
Gaara once again disappeared from the bed, walking over to the string of pleasure seekers he had laid out for this encounter.
Just so they were on the same page, Gaara decided to have some fun for himself and grab the other bullet vibrator, easily sliding it up his prepared hole, resting it on his prostate as well through the open slit in his pants.
Gaara moaned a bit, feeling the small bullet of pleasure waiting to make them mewl. Or at least Lee.
"I see they don't call you Rock Lee for nothing." Gaara quipped, grabbing the lube and the bullet vibrators remote.
"Actually that is my name."
"Shut up." Gaara snapped, although couldn't help admire what he did to Lee in a mere 20 minutes.
"Sorry to intrude, b-but I didn't mean to vote for you." Lee stuttered.
"Too bad. By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna wish you had me every night." Gaara growled as he turned on the vibrators. Lee back arched and he yelled out in ecstasy, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His cock jumped as Lee arched his back, moaning.
Gaara smirked at Lee's inexperience. He could barely feel it.
Gaara turned it up another level, feeling the tender buzz against his prostate.
Lee let out a sound akin to at first a low growl/groan that turned into heavy panting and moaning as he started to grinding the air.
Gaara watched the poor man desperate to do something about his rock hard neglected member.
"I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight. Three? Four? We'll aim at four." Gaara mused, playing with the remote in his fingers. He turned to the last level for the vibrators. Gaara even arched his back slightly and let out a small moan from the pleasure in his abused, loose hole.
Lee cried out and came in long, white, hot spurts all over his chest, strong abs and perfect pectorals covered in his own cum.
"That's one." Gaara remarked as he strolled over to Lee, lapping at a cum-covered nipple before tonguing Lee deeply in his mouth, savoring his salty-sweet taste. As Gaara was giving Lee a taste of his own milk, he wrapped a hand around Lee's dick and began to jerk it all over again. Lee gasped and shuddered, his eyes shut and his eyebrows crinkled in ecstasy. As he began to limp, Gaara turned the vibrator to max to make sure it gets hard as soon as possible.
Gaara wasted no time as he climbed on top of his captive reverse cowboy style, slipping in Lee's limp member inside him. Lee could feel the hot embrace of Gaara's asshole; his cock almost instantly growing back to full size. Gaara smirked as he began to grind his hips down onto Lee, holding on to his strong, well-toned legs. Lee began to grunt once again at the unimaginable pleasure that he was experiencing. Gaara came to a sudden stop, climbing off of Lee and going to his "personal" dresser.
"This just won't do," he said as he grabbed something and came back. "I think you made enough noise already, and we don't want any unwanted attention disrupting us, do we?"
Lee was slightly confused, but his head was too focused on how his aching shaft needed attention.
Gaara pulled out a gag from behind his back, holding it over Lee's mouth. Lee resisted the idea at first, but after realizing the there was no escape to begin with, he opened up as the gag was pushed into his mouth. He was surprised with the taste of rubber stretching his mouth to stay open and yet keeping it closed at the same time.
"Good boy," Gaara said while buckling up the strap behind Lee's head tightly.
He returned to position and continued working his hips down on Lee's shaft. All of Lee's moans and grunts where now muffled, as Gaara moaned more pleasantly.
Seconds, minutes, hours, Lee couldn't keep track of anything with his eyes rolled, covered in sweat, and his cock throbbing away as Gaara sweet, pale body pounded down on him with a constant rhythm. Gaara was surprised with Lee's resilience, a typical bidder would have at least cummed already. He became more focused on making sure Lee cums ten times as hard as last time. He swivled his hips around, making sure his captive watched how well his body moves.
Grabbing Lee's balls, Gaara grinded forward and back, inches of Lee's shaft sliding in and out of his slick walls of muscle. Lee was at the brink of climaxing, his balls beginning to tense up in Gaara's hand.
This is when Gaara rested his body on top of Lee, pinning down Lee with his weight and making sure not a single muscle moved from either of them. He brought him close to cumming, but refused to take him all the way. Lee grunted and tugged on the cufflings securing his hands, being unable to reach down and relieve himself of the building frustration.
'Stop torturing me and let me cum!' Was what Lee was shouting in his head, as Gaara could just read it on his face.
"Just abit longer..." Lee almost let out a wimper, as Gaara held him down for at least 5 minutes before making sure the need to cum was gone.
This time, Gaara used the vibrator that was still inside Lee as he went back to ride Lee's hardlength. Although focused on Lee's pleasure, Gaara was getting the most fun outof the situation, bouncing his sweat-covered body up and down, squeezing theever-lasting life out of Lee and his cock. His sweet bundle of nerves was hit more times than he can count, and Gaara found himself getting too caught in the
pleasure to notice that he switched Lee's vibrator to max. The heat building up in Lee grew twice as hot and he was finally given the opportunity to let it all out. He bucked hard, strong enough to lift Gaara up with just his hips, as his cock swelled and let out a burst of cum into Gaara's bowels.
Gaara could feel the burning hot sensation fill inside of him, with his back arching and teeth clenthed. Lee's body twitched as much as it could, letting out all the built up cum inside of his captor. He let out a deep breath through his nose as his balls finally eptied the remainder of his seed. He finally dropped back down to the bed, lifeless and out of breath. Gaara turned off the vibrator and slowly got off of him. Attempting to free Lee from his restraints, his legs almost wobbled, as his body was just as drained of energy. After the long exchange of breaths, he freed Lee of the handcuffs and gag, neither of them sharing a word. A sudden beeping from Gaara's phone broke the silence in the room. He retrieved his things and made his way to the door.